Sunday, June 22, 2008

Dreams Vs Reality

There is always a dream we all chase

And a reality we seek to run from

There is always a dream we desire so much

Yet there is always a reality we choose to live in.

I have my dreams too

Dreams I would fight for

Dreams I live for.

A wife away in Italy

A son, unborn from a mother’s womb

A future too hazy to predict

The lap of luxury too far to reach.

Wanting a dream needs working towards the dream

But unfortunately how far from realities of life did I run?

From a drunken friend who drags you to the nearest bar

From the seductive smile of a passing woman

From a lonely masturbation inside a darken toilet.

How far did I run from the materialistic desires of the sunken world

From the sadistic desires of a sicken world

From the unending last shots for the road.


My desire to hold love

Where do I find?

My desires to go home to someone

Where do I seek?

My want to be loved

Where do I find?

Amore, Come Home

Let us live my Dream.

Sunday, June 1, 2008

A Journey of a Drunken Man

A wounded heart,

Bleeding eyes,

Shattered soul, scrambled life.

Scars from a battle I alone fought.

The absence of my Amore

I seriously cannot handle.

I did not know which way to turn,

When a single ray of light guided me to a bottle of Whiskey.

And there I found, I am a believer.

Here is miracle I seek on earth,

And for all damn soul, here is your solace,

Here is OUR liberation.

First shot, all wounds patched, the bleeding stopped,

And I was already climbing the stairways to heaven.

The taste lingered on for a moment,

Until replaced by a long drag from a shorten cigarette.

Another shot

And the warm pleasant burning sensation rested in my stomach.

Life seems better now, easier.

All you have to do is wave, and shots would materialize instantaneously.

Soon it was doubles; the bottle struggled to keep up.

Now how far our wallet will take us, I really didn’t care,

Confident “put it on my tab” will work,

Not so confident the owner might agree.

But what the hell, so I waved again.

How I was wounded, I don’t remember,

For, the magic carpet ride had begun.

With my heads in the clouds, life didn’t seem so hard now,

Although taking the next step became quite a challenge.

I had waved and waved, I had waved like a cheerleader,

Thus recollections of my journey to my bed seem a distant fading memory.

But home I was, for I did wake up

With a terrible headache,

And a wounded heart.

Friday, May 23, 2008

A Ride

If you ask the moon

It has its own tale to tell

For I saw it smile,

Behind the silhouette of a passing tree,

I saw it smile.

I struggled to keep my eyes on the road

The curves of your lips were so much more inviting,

I drove,

Humming a happy tune,

Tuning a happy song.

Snuggling a little,

A soft snore escaped.

I had to smile,

I found that really cute now,

Comforting too.

In the cool wind of the mountain air,

A lonely swaying light beneath the racing clouds,

The car glided, as I pulled you closer

Too scared to let go, too scared to let you go.

The Highway Man couldn’t have felt more romantic.

Suppressing my racing heart least you awaken,

Savoring the moment, the warmth in my arms too,

The night passed us by, like a dream too good to end

And I struggled to hold on to it,

Least the moment ends too soon.

Every journey has an end,

So did this one too.

All I pray is that this end has a beginning.

Come home Amore,

Let’s begin a Journey.

Love, and All That I have Learned

Love has brought me tears,

I have cried myself to sleep many a nights.

And the pain,

Life itself didn’t seem worth it.

But is this what love is to be remember for?

Amore taught me otherwise.

If it was love, then live on love,

I have learnt.

Not on the sorrows and tears that it brought.

Live on the moments that you created,

The laughter and the sighs,

The eagerness and the warm feeling your heart grows accustomed to.

Live on the first evening you sat watching the stars,

The first moment you held hands and blushed.

The first time your upset stomach embarrassed you,

The first time you touched and felt your skin on fire.

The first time you shared a joke,

Or even a silly argument.

Remember the first time you felt his absence,

The first time you thought about him and smile.

The first hug,

You melted.

The first kiss,

You fumbled.

The first picture together, a little awkward.

I have learnt,

Love gifts you moments too beautiful to drown them in tears.

I miss you Amore,

And I love you, for all the firsts we have had

And for all the moments we created after that.

Love's Dilemma

I want to say so much

Yet there is so little I can say

Neither does the beginning seem right

Nor the end I can’t even see.

I still want to say so much

But how do I start

Where do I begin?

I can’t even hold you

Least you hear all my heart has to say

And how do I kiss you

Without letting you know how much I really care.

How do I ask you to stay?

Without compromising what you actually feel.

I want to be wanted, just for wanting’s sake.

I pick up the phone and call you

But how do I suppress my sobs

Least you think I am so so corny

I miss you.

I need to be curdled too.

But most of all

I need to be loved, just as much as I want to love.

Confusion, Life and Mine

The evening began
The heater turned, confused
Too many feet, too many cold hands
A boring serial struggling to stay alive
A cousin that can talk faster than Eddie Murphy
Two knitting needles racing to create whatever was being created
A bath that ended in curses and frowns
The evening began.

And I
What can I say
Jealousy in my head
Whiskey in my blood
Hope in my heart
Tears in my eyes
And love, ah, love
Confused, as always.

But seriously, what are my expectations?
What do I want?
What do I seek?
Am I deprived?
Or am I just lonely?
What are my dreams?
Am I happy?
Or is the correct question, what is happiness for me?

I am what I am
But then, who am i?

Shit, what was this poem about?
A confused poem from a confused poet.
I seriously got to stop writing, at least for now.
Good night.

Happy Birthday Mon Amore

A night, filled with wonderful dreams
A day, watching those dreams come true.
A heart never deprived of love,
Eyes that shine forever in its warmth.
A moment, filled with laughter and sighs,
A tear, filled with happiness and joy.
Friends, who lend a shoulder and an ear,
Friends, who loves you for who you are.
I wish all this and more,
For you deserve all this and more.

Happy Birthday Amore,
There is no telling you how much you are loved.
May our love have its reasons to grow,
May our children learn those reasons too.
You are being missed,
Today and always.